You know, this image reminds me of a fascinating story regarding a dream I had about my grandmother. It’s evocative of the duality of woman vs man, chaos vs order, grandmother vs grandson, and so on. It’s something that is truly worth exploring because if you have no heaven or hell to orient yourself within the infinite dimensionalities of truth, you may as well not have truth at all! If something’s going to bring about your destruction—which nihilism does, by the way—is it really even truth in the first place? My grandmother used to tell me, “my pubes are on fire Jordie come put them out!” but I would simply freeze with inaction and subsequently wake up in a cold meat sweat, flipping open my dream journal to jot down my thought before the beta waves subsided. Then I would kiss the photograph of mamie on my nightstand and slumber again. Talk about a dragon of chaos. Anyway, listen to this person’s music